Chapter 40

“What?”

“A hundred.”

“Russel!”

“A couple hundred.”

“You really shouldn’t have.”

I opened the fridge door. “It’s just money.”

“And your dick.”

“My dick is free for the taking.”

That left Finn speechless long enough for me to pour a glass of apple juice.

“Want some?” I asked.

“Russel…”

“It’s no big deal.” I got out a second glass. Finally, my service for two was paying off

“I guess you skipped the part about how you won the lottery between this morning and this evening, then?”

“I had some money, Finn, recently acquired.” The juice was good.

“Still.”

“I’m gonna hit the shower. That pawn shop was the grossest place I’ve ever been, and I shared a prison cell with two other guys and a toilet for eight months, so…”

Once again, Finn stood there with his mouth agape and no words. Likely, a better time to bring up prison existed, if the topic was one to be visited at all.

“I’ll, uh, be back in a bit,” I said.